The disaster of murder

A few days before May 17 last year, if I was walking in the street and met a fortune teller, he would definitely say to me, "Girl, I think your Tang Yin is dark, and there will be a catastrophe in the near future. Why don't you let me calculate a divination for you and see how to crack it? "

But during that time, I happened to be isolated at home and couldn't go to the street to meet the fortune teller. Even if I did, with this girl's cleverness, I'm sure she just wants to cheat me out of my money, so she won't be fooled at all, so the mass annihilation is inevitable. The so-called blessing is not a curse, but a curse is inevitable.

/kloc-on the morning of 0/7, my niece and I received the discharge notice from the county hospital. I decided to celebrate my freedom in the way of Shaanxi people: eating noodles with humiliation.

Shaanxi people have a soft spot for noodles, especially minced meat noodles. In the event of an important event, or when guests come to our home, we should eat noodles shyly to show our solemnity and enthusiasm.

Make up the noodles at noon and prepare to press the noodles. Because I often eat noodles, the dough press is a necessary small household appliance for every family.

Every process is the same as before, step by step. Just as I pulled out the crumbs under the dough press, I didn't know how to put my hand into the rotating gear. I only felt a swelling pain in the middle finger of my right hand, and I let out a cry of "Ouch". When the right hand was quickly withdrawn, the tip of the middle finger was already bleeding, and one third of the fingernails were squeezed in the wrong place.

My husband heard a voice asking me what happened.

"My finger is broken." While holding the middle finger of my right hand with my left hand, I reported my injury to my husband in a trembling voice. To tell the truth, I am timid. I feel powerless to see such a bloody scene, let alone happen to myself. I was frightened by my own injury.

My son also came to ask me what was wrong. I was worried that he was afraid, so I quickly hid my hand, pretended to be calm and squeezed out a smiling face to show that I was okay and went to watch TV. That heartless man really obediently watched TV.

My husband looked at my injury and said, I just want to make up with you. I'll press it. Why didn't you wait for me? Go to the hospital quickly. It's good that I secretly scold him. Turned and walked into the bedroom, want to change clothes to go. My husband said there was no time, and you said that. Anyway, I took a long-sleeved shirt over my vest and went out with my husband.

I used to watch others suffer from trauma, and when I walked, I bled all the way. It hurt when I looked at it. Maybe my hemostasis measures are better, or my injury is lighter and I didn't shed a drop of blood. But looking at the bloody fingers, I am still a little scared. I tried to hide my finger so as not to attract attention.

When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor told us to go to the emergency room. The emergency doctor picked up my middle finger and studied it like a painting for a long time. Then he said that the bone might be broken. Let's take a picture and look after it.

In the studio, I was ordered to stretch out my injured middle finger alone, and then change my posture up and down, left and right like a model shooting a big film.

After the film comes out, take it to the emergency doctor. He looked at his eyes and said, comminuted fracture, send it to the hospital. Then I took out a piece of gauze and skillfully wrapped it around my hand a few times.

Hospitalized? I just have a broken finger. Is it necessary to be hospitalized? I remember a man whose finger was amputated and he was not hospitalized. Although I think so, I dare not contradict the doctor's opinion. I just want to clean up this terrible scene as soon as possible.

When going to the inpatient department, the nurse called a doctor out. The doctor is young and looks good. My husband gave him the film, and he scanned his eyes, then untied the gauze and looked at it, saying that the comminuted fracture needed to be sutured.

I asked him where he sewed it. He said the operating room.

When I heard that I was going to the operating room, I immediately thought of all kinds of surgical instruments with cold light, and my legs shook.

"Can you not go to the operating room?"

"No, you need an anesthetic. You have to clean up the broken bones. " His tone is not negotiable.

"I'm afraid. Can you ask my husband to accompany me in? " I'm really scared. He has a delicate tone and wants to show off. I hope he can be merciful and let his husband accompany me. In the past, every time I used this trick with my husband, my husband did it all by himself.

But the doctor didn't buy it for me, and still told me in a very serious tone that I couldn't.

I'm even sadder because of his indissoluble amorous feelings. Later, I also thought about it. He is surrounded by a group of little nurses who sing and dance all day. Naturally, he is used to all kinds of scenes of women and has high immunity. Look at me again, black vest, army green shorts and gray long sleeves. Where is the style? Although the vest is a sling, it exposes my sagging chest. If it had been twenty years ago, oh, no, ten years ago, I would have made you bow down under my big underpants.

I was taken to the office by the doctor and told me the specific operation process and possible accidents in detail. Because there is some oil on the broken finger, there will also be cases where the wound is not healed well and amputation is needed for a second operation. The more I listen, the more scared I am. I'm more afraid of the second operation. I say we just cut it off.

He explained again that this is only a possible situation, and it usually goes well.

I am shivering in the coming surgery and fear of the unknown. It's the middle finger. I probably pinched it. I can't feel the pain. I even doubt whether it is ready.

Holding the attitude of death, I entered the operating room and lay on the operating table. After the nurse inserted an oxygen tube into me and put an instrument for measuring ECG on my left finger, a variety of doctors came in. He put on special clothes for surgery, and while preparing things for surgery, he told me not to be tight. This is just a minor operation. It's not so cold this time.

Get ready before the operation, the most terrible moment has come. I was on pins and needles, and I was so nervous that I had a random chat with the nurse next to me.

"Stop talking, I'm going to start the operation."

"Chatting can be a distraction."

"Aren't you afraid I can't sew it for you?"

"……"

"It's going to be anesthetized, and it will hurt a little."

As soon as his voice fell, I felt that the root of my injured middle finger was stung twice by a wasp.

"If you can't stand the pain for a while, just tell me." He really can't chat. He says what I'm afraid of. Fortunately, I don't care if he can chat, as long as he can break my fingers.

"Isn't it an anesthetic? How can it still hurt? " My voice is a little shaky.

"Everyone's tolerance to anesthetics is different. It is also possible that my surgery has not been completed and the efficacy is gone. "

If you want to cry, you can only pray for God's blessing.

When I can't chat, my attention is on that finger. I feel it slowly losing consciousness. The doctor asked me to move my right hand. When he found that his fingers could no longer move freely, he gave it a hard squeeze. When he saw that I didn't respond, he said that he was fine and ready to start the operation.

He began to sterilize my right hand. Usually a small wound is very painful when disinfected. Now, that finger has no feeling at all. It seems that the effect of anesthetic is really good. This makes me feel at ease. As long as it doesn't hurt, I'm fine Let him manipulate me.

He repeated the disinfection action about three times, and then I heard the sound of scissors opening and closing. Fingers are a little numb, like a few small ants walking. I guess he's cleaning up broken bones.

After a while, I felt a string touch my hand. I asked him if he had started sewing, and he said yes.

The operating room is unusually quiet, and occasionally the sound of surgical instruments can be heard. I lay quietly, feeling the numbness coming from my fingers with my heart, imagining the movements in his hand, and I was completely scared.

I don't know how long it took, but an "ok" broke the quiet atmosphere. I sat up, as if lying down for a while, ready for a drink, completely forgetting my nervousness and fear before. I saw my right hand and arm dyed yellow-brown by disinfectant, and that finger was wrapped like a mummy, so clumsy.

I was just about to get off the operating table when the nurse pushed a movable bed. I said I'm fine. I can go by myself. They told me it was also an operation and insisted on pushing me back to the ward. But I have to lie down.

When you leave the operating room, you need to change to another movable bed. That bed is a new high-tech introduced by the hospital. There is a mechanism that allows me to change directly without getting out of bed. It's a pity that they always can't get through when they operate, and they can't trigger the mechanism after a long time. Until the doctor came out, a group of people were still around me. I can't see the past, so I'd better walk home by myself. The doctor sent a message and assigned two nurses to escort me back to the ward, and this embarrassing scene ended.

Back to the ward, my husband was already waiting there. He asked me how I was doing, and I smiled and said I was fine. He knew I was really good when he saw that I was a woman again.

The attending doctor came soon, explained some precautions, and said that the nurse would send several boxes of medicine later, one of which was for pain relief. After anesthesia, it will hurt a little. When you can't stand it, just take one. I said I wanted to go home at night. He said no, he would be observed in the hospital for three days. I said I'm really fine. He listens to the doctor. I was defeated by him again.

My niece sent a message asking me how I was doing. I said the attending doctor is handsome. She smiled back and knew I was okay. She still knows me best. Then I told her that she was going to the hospital and couldn't go back tonight, so she and her brother could get something to eat. She said we were eating, and my brother said it was delicious. It's really two baiwenhang. I am in the hospital, and I am still in the mood to eat delicious food. It's hopeless I replied to her, "Then you can enjoy yourself." She yawned.

While comforting me, my husband began to study how my hand was broken, just like an invention had a problem and had to find a solution. He kept asking me, what are you doing down there? The steel straight man is really hopeless. I'm still here. Why? I really want to get him out of the ward. I stared at him and said, I'll show it to you when I'm ready. He just shut up.

At dinner, my fingers began to ache faintly. I estimated that the effect of anesthesia had passed, so I quickly took painkillers. Have a safe night.

On the third day, when the doctor made rounds in the morning, he told me to change the dressing later. Let me see if it hurts first. He said a little. I didn't believe what he said, so I asked my son to accompany me.

As soon as I entered the dressing room, I was frightened by the scissors disinfection water on the table and the bloody gauze in the trash can. Although I am not afraid of anything at ordinary times, I still feel timid when I see this scene, and my legs are shaking again.

Reluctantly sat down, the doctor began to untie the gauze on the middle finger. He really doesn't know how to cherish passion and cherish jade, and his movements are not gentle at all. On the last two floors, I gnashed my teeth in pain and hugged my son's arm tightly. My son held my head and comforted me that it was okay. After taking off the gauze, I began to take medicine, and it was another heartbreaking pain. I told the doctor that you said changing the medicine didn't hurt. He said that if it hurts, you won't be more afraid. I really miss ctdy, okay .

After staying in the hospital for a week, the doctor said I could leave the hospital. I am very happy. We can finally get the hell out of here. I asked him when the stitches would be removed, and he said it would take another week. I asked him if the stitches hurt. He said that you felt pain when changing the dressing, and sewing needles would definitely hurt. ndy .

When I got home, I was regarded as a victorious hero. Everyone came up to hug me, say hello, give me a seat and serve tea. Do nothing but eat and drink Lazar every day. Even the husband takes a bath. I enjoy it with a clear conscience. I feel happy to be hurt if it is not too painful.

On the day of taking out stitches, I felt very uneasy. In addition to being afraid of pain, I am even more afraid that I will not recover well and need a second operation.

It was my niece who accompanied me to take out stitches that day. The attending doctor is not here. He has gone for an operation. Another doctor, also very young, took out my stitches. I'd better ask him if it hurts first. This doctor is very considerate. Said it would hurt a little, but it will be all right soon. I said that the doctor told me before that dressing change didn't hurt, which made me want to curse. He said that dressing change certainly hurts, and some of them are badly hurt. When changing clothes, the whole floor can hear you.

While chatting with me, he began to take out stitches. I still dare not look, holding my niece, my face tilted to one side. Suddenly, I felt the tip of my middle finger as if it had been scraped by a sharp knife, which made me feel cold. I let out a cry, "It hurts". My niece is distressed and funny by me. The doctor comforted me and said nothing, and then he came again. I cried in pain and asked him in a trembling voice if he had finished unpacking. He said that one more thing, it has grown under the nails and it is not easy to remove it.

"What if I don't tear it down?"

"Don't open it, it's ugly. However, it slowly absorbed in a month or two. "

"Then don't tear it down." I would rather choose ugliness than pain.

At that moment, I suddenly thought of Sister Jiang. It hurts to remove a thread. Her ten fingers were nailed into the bamboo stick. How much willpower does it take to stand it? If I had been born in those days, I would have been a traitor. I look down on myself a little.

Fortunately, the torture is finally over. I just want to go home quickly and make my family feel bad.

After a month or two, the thread growing under the nails has completely fallen off. The middle finger also slowly recovered, almost exactly the same as before. If I don't tell, no one will know what it has gone through. It hurts a little to touch your fingertips occasionally. I am very grateful to the doctor who doesn't understand amorous feelings. His medical skill is not bad. I'm glad I didn't cut it off directly, otherwise I would have half a finger in my hand now.

The biggest legacy of this bloody disaster is that when I see the noodle maker, I will panic, stay away from it and swear never to make noodles again. Once bitten, twice shy, that's about it.